Malibu Nanny: The True Adventures Of The Former Kardashian Nanny

The chorus goes something like this, “Sold to the lady in the second row.
She’s an eight, she’s a nine, she’s a ten I know.” But little Robert would
change the words and sing, “Fart on the lady in the second row…” and
the three of us would roll on the floor with laughter.
He was a unique child, very self-motivated and self-disciplined. He
would come home from school and go straight to his room, do his
homework without being told, pick out his clothes for the next day, and
only then would he play. That just blew me away. I’ve never known
another five or six year old that was so responsible.
Robert was about five, and he was eating a piece of Christmas candy one
day, and he held it out to me and said, “Look a trapezoid!”
I looked at him and said, “What’s a trapezoid?” (I didn’t really excel in
academics in high school, remember?)
He held my two arms out parallel and then placed his two hands on the
sides to make a rectangular shape. He said, “That’s a trapezoid.”
I went to the dictionary and looked up “trapezoid” and sure enough, it
said, “A four-sided flat shape with straight sides, that has a pair of
opposite sides parallel.” I rolled my eyes and thought to myself, I really
should have paid more attention in school. Now a five year old is
teaching me new words!
Despite his serious side, he was a typical little boy, teasing his big sisters
and being a little goof ball. He had hamsters in his room that smelled so
bad, and of course I had to clean their cage.
Robert had bunk beds in his room, and when it was bedtime, he would
beg me to lie in the bunk next to him. He would bribe me by saying,
“Pam, we can watch I Love Lucy.” He knew that was my favorite
television show, and a sure way to get me to stay in his room longer.